Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Poland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ash Ra Tempel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Easy Going,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crooked Eye,
Con Funk Shun,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Happenings,
Shuggie Otis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Supertramp,
Bobby Womack,
Pulsallama,
The Litter,
Juan Atkins,
The Monks,
Fad Gadget,
Marcia Griffiths,
Royal Trux,
New York Dolls,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra,
Mad Mike,
Dual Sessions,
Chrome,
The Busters,
the Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
Cecil Taylor,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tres Demented,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacob Miller,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Michelle Simonal,
Al Stewart,
LL Cool J,
The Shadows of Knight,
Byron Stingily,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Au Pairs,
Colin Newman,
Pere Ubu,
Symarip,
Barbara Tucker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Essential Logic,
Brass Construction,
Cybotron,
Liliput,
Magazine,
Albert Ayler,
Grauzone,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.